Supine, legs up the wall in relaxation stretch,

more than a dozen women in yoga class
slowly descend to seated posture and
sit tall, faces soft, after the efforts of asanas.

Long sighs all around,
then a charged stillness,
like a summer bedroom after love,
foreheads damp, shirts and blankets askew.

We’ll get up from our mats and
bring our loosened bodies, beautified,
into the noisy gritty world, bees OM’ing,
lucky, and knowing it, to be so alive.